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As I walked out of the mansion I could feel it. I experienced what I had never experienced as a spy; the adrenaline. Yeah, I mean, catching a criminal or spying on agents is a bit scary, but nothing like this. My blood was pumping fast and I couldn't help but smile because I finally found what I had been missing before.

Apparently we were stealing back a painting that "didn't belong to the palace, or wasn't rightly theirs."I don't even know, but Kat seemed very determined to get that point across. But to tell you the truth, I really didn't care. I don't even remember the name of the painting, I just know what to do and the fact that I'm pumped, even though I know I shouldn't be, I was I spy, I shouldn't be excited to steal.

We sat in the car in complete silence mentally preparing ourselves for what came next so we could seconds later step out of the car and do our job flawlessly and without hesitation.

"Are you ready?" I jumped when I heard Hale talking to me; dragging me out of my thoughts.

"Huh? O-o- uhh- yeah," I gathered myself together, "yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

He gave me a concerned look almost saying 'You better be ready; you better not mess this up' which of course put more pressure on me.

But before I knew it, we were there. We stepped out of the car dispersing out of each car door in different directions without saying a word; we were ready. I walked calmly into the palace and couldn't help myself from opening my mouth in awe of the place, but i didn't have time to admire it I had to get going. It was the day of the anniversary of opening of the palace, so everyone was invited, and I mean everyone. They were letting anyone who showed up through the doors.

I guess since it was my first job with them(actually my first job ever, but they don't have to know that) they gave me an easy role. Actually, that was an understatement. All I had to do was distract the guards and people, and dang, me being a klutz and all, it wasn't tough I swear, just a little embarrassing. I walked into the palace wearing the tallest high heels I could find and walked by one of the most famous paintings, and… I fell.

No, I didn't stumble and regain my balance. No, I didn't fall and get back up quickly and brush myself off. I flat out fell on my face and rolled around on the ground crying in pain holding my ankle. And for once, i fell on purpose. Oh yeah, and it happened to be harder than falling on purpose. But I'm not sure if the crew didn't trust me to do well (though i'm not sure what they can trust me with if they can't trust me to simply fall on the ground) but there happened to be a wire where I was supposed to fall, coincidence or not, I'm not sure.

As the guards and all the people started to realize I was screaming everyone rushed over to me, I knew my crew was behind them sneaking down into the basement to get the painting. No, I couldn't see them and no, had no idea what each of them were doing, I just knew that somehow, they were going to get the painting. I don't know how to describe it but I felt connected to them, although my job could have been done by a 5 year old, i felt like I was a part of something again.

I didn't know how half this job was supposed to work, again I'm getting the feeling they don't exactly trust me to tell me all of it and i don't doubt them. If some random person came into Gallagher Academy wanting to be a part of a mission, I would assume they were an idiot. So I just accepted that I understood my part and where they were supposed to be, not sure what they were doing exactly. Okay, fine, i take that back..i didn't exactly accept that i wouldn't know what was going on, so maybe i took a few looks at the blueprints when everyone was asleep, but the fact that they didn't want me to see it, proves that I'm not supposed to know how this job works, so i pretended to have no idea what was going on. I pictured it in my head now, Kat should be entering through the 2-inch thick bulletproof glass window in the basement although I'm not sure how, i never understood as a spy how thiefs did the things they did. Hale should be lowering Gabrielle down the dumbwaiter while Simon was hacking the passwords and door combinations in the bathroom and Angus and Hamish were exploding who knows what, I never got that far in the blueprints when i was looking at them before i was scared they would catch me.

I kept the screaming up for long enough until everyone above me watching got bored and decided I would be okay, and the crowd started to turn around and get back to the party but I glanced at the clock; I had to distract them for 90 more seconds, I couldn't let my crew get caught especially because of my job, easy as it is.

I started screaming out, "I can't breath, oh my gosh, I can't breath, help!"

They gave me a look like I might be mentally retarded or going crazy but they leaned down again to attempt to help me, and I must say, I faked it pretty well. I help my breath causing my face to turn red.

"Call 911!" A guard screamed. After carrying on for the 90 seconds, I suddenly stopped screaming, stood up, and started walking away.

"uhhh, miss? You okay?" The guards and people asked wide eyed.

"Yeah! Actually I'm feeling a lot better, thanks for the concern, I don't know what came over me." I smiled and calmly walked out the doors, slightly aware of my whole crew's presence around me as we walked out of the Palace with a painting.

You don't even understand. It was incredible; I was supposed to hate it, it was against everything I was, everything I am. But it felt great, walking out into the sun, sliding on my sunglasses with a grin, and knowing how clueless the guards would be when they find an empty frame. We were simply 7 teenagers leaving a museum, including 1 who had some kind of panic attack(which happened to be me.) But what they would never know? That we were much, much more.

We arrived back at the mansion and sat down at the table. I grabbed some food as I watched Hale unroll the painting and look it over. They were discussing how beautiful it was, and how good the job went, and then some trouble Kat had unscrewing some bolt or something. But I wasn't paying attention, I was in my own little world. I STOLE SOMETHING. I actually assisted in stealing something, I distracted them, we stole a painting, the guards didn't suspect a thing, we stole a painting, I STOLE A PAINTING. I was so overwhelmed.

I wondered what it was like for them after their first job, but I wasn't about to ask, because I'm sure they're assuming this wasn't my first job. I started doubting myself and feeling guilty so I analyzed my entire situation. I had to keep their trust, I just had to. I couldn't go back to the academy it's just putting my family in too much danger. But I don't want to be a thief! But it was kinda fun.. NO Cammie, it wasn't! But I did pretty good for my first job… I was having this internal fight with myself, still overwhelmed about what happened, and probably starting to hyperventilate, but then something snapped me out of my thoughts.

I had zoned out of their conversation but something they said snapped me out of my thoughts.

It was 7 words. 7 words, that if ever used in the same sentence, would itself cause me a near heart attack.

It caused my heart to skip a beat.

It caused me to forget completely about feeling guilty and overwhelmed and all other thoughts I had just seconds ago.

They seemed so unimportant.

My head snapped around toward the crew then I froze in shock after I had processed the words.

They were already talking about the next job when Hale said the words that caused my heart to stop.

"We're going to rob the Gallagher Academy."

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